“Do you love me?” I ask. “Yes.” “Do you want to be with me?” “I don’t know.” “Are you happy?” “No.” I take a step back and look into your aqua eyes, searching for the words you can’t say. You smile sadly at me and my breath catches in my throat. My hand reaches the … Continue reading I Know by Chloe Copland
I miss your arms wrapped around me, my blanket on a winter’s night. The warmth and comfort of steaming tea too hot to sip. I miss the way your hand fitted into mine. We were two pieces of a jigsaw; old and new, that only partially matched. Pressing and crushing harder to fit only … Continue reading Puzzle Pieces by Chloe Copland
I once heard depression being described as a black dog, If that's true, anxiety is a white dog. Where one goes, the other follows in ever turning, ill fated harmony. For every effect of depression there is a complementary effect from anxiety. Depression is the big bad wolf that scares all your loved ones away, … Continue reading Black Dog by Victoria Anderson
The eerily sterile singing room, Shining under the white hanging lights, Shining silver table with brown leather restraints tied tight, Blood flowing and stopping at the wrists and ankles. The body lying lifeless and turning purple, Beside a silver table with used tools and morbid toys, Dripping scarlet blood from a female chest, Staining the … Continue reading The Other Repoman By Victoria Anderson
This is a poem I wrote to commemorate my cousin who passed away from Multiple Sclerosis.